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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
10cc,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.