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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.