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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.