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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.