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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.