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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.