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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.