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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.