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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.