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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.