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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.