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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Visage,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.