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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.