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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.