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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.