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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
X-102,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.