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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
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.