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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.