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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.