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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.