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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Q65,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.