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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Gong,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.