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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
X-102,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.