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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Wire,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.