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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.