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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.