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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.