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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.