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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.