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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.