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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.