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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Index,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.