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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
AZ,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.