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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.