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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.