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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.