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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.