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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Can,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.