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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.