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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.