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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.