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 Palau 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.