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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.