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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
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.