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 Colombia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Erasure 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 disco 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.