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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
X-102,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.