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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.