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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Index,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.