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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.