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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
New Order,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.