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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.