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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.