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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.