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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.