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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
The Saints,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.