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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
X-101,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.