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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.