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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.