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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.