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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.