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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.