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 Libya and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.