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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.