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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
UT,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.