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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.