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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.