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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Crime to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.