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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.