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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.