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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.