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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
CMW,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
PIL,
MC5,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.