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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.