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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.