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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.