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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.