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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.