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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.