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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.