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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
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.