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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.