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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.