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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.