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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.