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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.