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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.