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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.