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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.