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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.