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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.