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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.