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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.