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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Television,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.