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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.