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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.