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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.