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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.