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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.