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 Grenada and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.