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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.