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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Can,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.