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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.