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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Faust,
CMW,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.