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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.