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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Pylon,
June of 44,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.