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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.