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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.