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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.