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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.