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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.