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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.