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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.