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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.