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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.