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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Magma,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.