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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.