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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.