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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.