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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Litter,
DNA,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.