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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.