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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Brick,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.