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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.