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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.