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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.