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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.