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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.