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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.