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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.