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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.