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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 808 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.