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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.