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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.