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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
cv313,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.