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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Visage,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.