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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.