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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.