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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.