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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Wire,
Crime,
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.