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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.