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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.