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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.