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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.