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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.