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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Subhumans,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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CMW,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.