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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.