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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.