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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.