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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.