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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.