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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.