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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.