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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.