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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.