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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.