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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.