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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.