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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Audionom,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.