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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.