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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.