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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
X-102,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.