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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.