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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Easy Going,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.