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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.