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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Unrelated Segments 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?
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.