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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.