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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Can,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.