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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Urselle,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.