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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
UT,
Pole,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.