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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.