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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.