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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.