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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.