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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
cv313,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
X-101,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.