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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.