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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.