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 Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.