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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.