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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.