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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.