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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.