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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.