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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.