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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.