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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.