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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.