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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.