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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Index,
Zapp,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.