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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.