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 Mali and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.