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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.