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 Laos and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.