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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.