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 Guyana 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Names,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.