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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.