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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.