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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.