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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.