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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.