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 Georgia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.