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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '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 Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.