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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Nico,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.