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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.