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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Remains,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.