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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.