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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.