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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.