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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.