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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.