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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.