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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.