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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.