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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.