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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.