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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.