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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.