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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.