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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.