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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
June of 44,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.