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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.