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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.