Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.