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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.