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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.