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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.