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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Names,
June of 44,
Technova,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.