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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.