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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.