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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
DNA,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.