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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.