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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.