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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.