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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.