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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.