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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Magma,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.