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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.