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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.