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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.