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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.