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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
the Human League,
The Index,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Erasure,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.