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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.