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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Slave,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.