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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
ABBA,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.