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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.