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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.