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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.