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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.