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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
This Heat,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.