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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
MDC,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.