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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.