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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.