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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.