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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
10cc,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.