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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Can,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.