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 Kiribati 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Japan to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.