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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.