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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.