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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.