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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.