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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.