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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.