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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.