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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.