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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.