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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Names,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.