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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.