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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.