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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.