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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.