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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
the Human League,
Japan,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.