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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Organ,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.