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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.