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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.