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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.