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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.