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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.