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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.