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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.