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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.