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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Inner City,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.