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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.