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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.