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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Can,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.