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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
the Normal,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.