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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.