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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.