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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.