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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.