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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Can,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.