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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.