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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.