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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s 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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.