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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.