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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.