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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Gong,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.