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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.