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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.