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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.