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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.