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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.