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 Germany 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.