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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lalann,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.