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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.