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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.