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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.