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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Faust,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.