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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.