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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.