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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.