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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.