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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.