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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.