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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.