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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Television,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.