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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.