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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.