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 Laos 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.