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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.