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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.