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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.