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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Associates,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.