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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.