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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.