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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.