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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.