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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Japan,
PIL,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
June Days,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.