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 France and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.