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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.