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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.