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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.