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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.