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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.