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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.