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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.