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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.