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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
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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.