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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.