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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.