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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.