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 Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.