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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.