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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.