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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Association,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.