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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.