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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.