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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.