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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.