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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.