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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.