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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Wings,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.