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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.