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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.