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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.