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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.