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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.