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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Nas,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.