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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.