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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Excepter,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.