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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.