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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.