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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.