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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.