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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.