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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.