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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.