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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.