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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.