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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.