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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.