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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.