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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.