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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.