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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Cure,
Wings,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.