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 Albania 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.