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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.