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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.