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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.