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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.