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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.