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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Can,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.