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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.