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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Index,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.