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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
UT,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.