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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.