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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.