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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
PIL,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.