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 Syria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.