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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.