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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.