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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.