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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.