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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.