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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.