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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.