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 Oman 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Inner City 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.