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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.