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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.