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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.