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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.