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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.