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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Franke,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.