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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
MDC,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.