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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.