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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.