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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.