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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.