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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.