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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.