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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.