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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.