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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.