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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Television,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.