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 Vietnam 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.