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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.