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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.