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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.