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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.