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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.