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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.