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 Ireland and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Cluster 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.