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 Spain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Derrick May 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.