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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.