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 Nauru and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.