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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.