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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
DNA,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.