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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.