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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.