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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.