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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.