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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.