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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.