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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.