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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.