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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.