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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.