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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.