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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
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.