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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.