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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.