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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.