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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.