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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Magazine,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.