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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.