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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.