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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Monks,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.