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 Syria 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.