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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.