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 Poland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.