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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.