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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
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.