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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.