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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Can,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.