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 North and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.