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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.