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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.