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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
the Association,
Q65,
The Evens,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.