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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.