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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.