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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.