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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.