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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.