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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.