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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.