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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.