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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.