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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.