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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.