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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.