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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.