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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.