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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.