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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.