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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Motions,
MC5,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.