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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.