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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 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 Lyres 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.