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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.