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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.