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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.