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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.