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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.