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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.