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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.