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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.