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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.