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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.