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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.