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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Moebius,
Television,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.