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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.