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 Croatia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.