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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.