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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.