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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.