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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.