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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.