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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.