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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.