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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Monks,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.