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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.