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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.