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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.