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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.