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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.