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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.