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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.