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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.