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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.