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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Neu!,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.