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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.