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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.