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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.