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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.