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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.