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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.