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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.